AFTER THE BATTLE.
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AFTER THE BATTLE.
Night settles on the mountain
That flamed an hour ago
With all the grand insignia
Of sunset's fiery glow;
And through the purple heavens,
High in the amethyst,
The solemn stars are gleaming white
Through the enshrouding mist.
That flamed an hour ago
With all the grand insignia
Of sunset's fiery glow;
And through the purple heavens,
High in the amethyst,
The solemn stars are gleaming white
Through the enshrouding mist.
For us, they look on quiet;
On peaceful, happy homes;
We hear no roar of cannon,
No crash of warlike drums;
We see no battle-banners,
Bloody, and stained, and rent;
For us, no smoke of carnage
Clouds the blue firmament.
On peaceful, happy homes;
We hear no roar of cannon,
No crash of warlike drums;
We see no battle-banners,
Bloody, and stained, and rent;
For us, no smoke of carnage
Clouds the blue firmament.
O stars, and sweet moon, hanging
Up in the breathless height!
What scenes of desolation
Ye look upon, to-night!
On green fields blushing crimson;
On bright swords wet with gore,
Dropped from strong hands which grasped them,
But ne'er will grasp them more!
Up in the breathless height!
What scenes of desolation
Ye look upon, to-night!
On green fields blushing crimson;
On bright swords wet with gore,
Dropped from strong hands which grasped them,
But ne'er will grasp them more!
